"Count that fa me.." Cash said as he passed Slim a stack of money.
She leaned against his kitchen island and pushed it through one of his money counters. Once it was finished, she placed the rubber band back on it.
"70," she simply said before putting it back in his hand.
Cash shook his head, "For you."
She eyed him, "I'm good, Cash.."
He looked up from the other money counter he was using.
"What I say?"
She laughed, "Why you always think you run something?"
"Why you can't just listen? Hmm?"
She rolled her eyes as she got on her phone, "Whatever Cash.. I don't want your money."
"Kiamantè, stop fucking playing wimme."
Slim scoffed as she rolled her eyes again, still scrolling on her phone.
Cash shook his head before moving the money out of his lap and standing up. From the corner of her eye, she watched as he moved closer to her.
"Fuck I tell you bout them eyes?"
He stood there as Slim ignored him and chuckled before snatching her to face him.
He was still mindful of the amount of force he used, but he used just enough to get her attention.
"Youn hear me?" He asked as she avoided his gaze.
"Yes.." she mumbled.
"Then open your mouth, Slim. Fuck is yo problem?"
She looked up at him, "I just don't need your money, Cash. I tell you that all the time!!"
"Lower your voice, niggas just tryna talk.."
"I do tell you that tho.. ion need you throwing 70 thousand at me. I don't need you throwing anything back in my face, either."
Cash was taken aback, "When I ever done any malicious shit to you?"
Again, Slim stayed quiet only frustrating him more.
"Slim bruh.." he blew out a breath.
"I don't know.. Ja'More, eventually you're going to want kids and I-I can't give that to you." She said, her voice breaking at the end. "And when you leave then it's gon be like I did x,y, and z for you."
Cash sighed as tears fell down her face. He should've known that their conversation was bothering her as she'd been distant after.
"I wanted kids, Slim.. but it's fine. We got other options and shit."
She shook her head, "You say that now.. but then eventually you're gonna hate me because you couldn't have a family if you stayed."
Cash wasn't understanding where all this was coming from. But Slim had spent the past few days thinking on this. Today was her breaking point.
"We still young, mama. This not what you need to be stressed about," he told her.
"I'm just being realistic, you were talking about us being married and allat.."
He nodded, "And I still want that witchu."
Cash wiped the tears that had fallen before wrapping his arms around her.
"I'm trying to give you an out, Cash."
"I don't want one, shawty."
She tried to pull away from him, but his grip was too tight.
"Please Ja'More, I don't want to lead you into a life of regrets.."
"Imma regret not being witchu more than anything, Slim."
Again, she tried moving away and this time succeeded. "I just need a break, Ja'More."
"A break from me? For what?" He scrunched up his face.
"I wanna figure some stuff out."
"Figure shit out wimme then, talk to me.. you not making sense, mama." He said, following her toward his room.
He watched as she grabbed her things, but blocked the door as she went to leave.
"Cash.."
"Sit yo ass down, man." He smacked his lips as he looked down at her.
She just stared up at him blankly.
"Please let me go Cash, I'll call you in a few days."
"You just don't have to go, mama."
She shook her head, then pushed past his body. This time he let her go.
"You know you not making no sense?" He asked as he followed her to the front door.
He watched as she unlocked and opened the door, "You not gon at least hug yo nigga bye?"
Slim sighed before going over to him and hugging him. Pulling her back, Cash slid the stack of money into her purse.
Without any protest about it, Slim just walked out.
I'll take the money, no complaints Cash!
